For @mothmanfckr420. I hope this is good!!! :)
It’s the first day of summer, and Alex Standall has nothing but time ahead of him.
He doesn’t bother to get out of bed early. No one’s around, no one’s gonna call. He stays buried under six blankets, listening to music as loud as he wants and scrolling through Instagram. When he finally deigns to get up, he eats a breakfast that’s just a bagel and juice virtually straight from the carton.
The day won’t be a real scorcher, though the golden shafts of summer sunlight drifting in hot from the windows promise that it will be nice. Alex showers with the bathroom windows open, phone on the counter blasting The Raincoats at top volume. What’s he going to do with himself, anyway? He didn’t make any summer plans.
“Don’t take it personal, I choose my own fate,” Alex sings as he gets out of the shower and dries off. “I follow love, I follow hate…” If he had to pick a favorite song on the album, “Adventures Close to Home” would definitely be the one.
Now there’s an idea, Alex thinks as he yanks on his admittedly-seasonally-inappropriate skinny jeans. What about his own adventure close to home? Take his guitar, go for a walk, find somewhere to sit and just play. He hasn’t really had the chance in a while. He might even come up with something interesting! And since it sounds like a good idea, that’s what he does. Alex finishes getting dressed—some colorful band shirt, a light cardigan—and doesn’t bother to do anything with his hair. He snags his guitar and takes off.
He lives in a pretty nice neighborhood, all things considered, and there’s no shortage of places to walk. Nobody else is really out, though the day is bright and green in the best summer way. There are sprinklers going, and the only care Alex takes is to avoid getting his guitar wet.
Eventually, he hits the park. It’s a wide green field with big trees in full leaf, barbeque grills scattered throughout, a picnic shelter off to the side, and a playground. There are a few kids on the playground equipment, but nobody else to speak of.
Alex sits down under one of the trees and breaks out the guitar. He checks its tuning and starts playing. He covers Wonderwall, with genuine feeling instead of irony since there’s no one to hear him, and tries to figure out a nice slow acoustic version of Taylor’s “Shake It Off”. And Alex does play his own music, coming up with something that would make a good backdrop for sprinklers and golden sun and the endless summer ahead.
And there will be time, later, for friends and nights at the movies and playing on command all the things they like, for family dinners, for summer homework from the AP classes in the fall. But for now, just right now, Alex is alone with his guitar. It’s a beautiful first day of summer, and he’s happy.